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lyrics

They see in ultraviolet
They have no private life to speak of
They move in almost silence
There’s no room for personal ambition
I like to watch them walking
Along the concrete in my garden
Communicating in their secret language

They make so much more sense in comparison to humans

They know the pain of torture
From the sun and magnifying glasses
They’re braver than they ought to be sometimes